Beast of w*r (2025)

[bunniefuu]

[water gurgles]

[eerie music plays]

[faint vocalizing]

[eerie music continues]

[muffled] Archie!

[tense music rises]

[thunder rumbling]

[rain pattering]

Hands up who wants to know

what happened to me arm.

Okay, okay! Put 'em down.

Just bloody showing off!

No, I left it up in Turkey

back in '15.

I was running

back to the dug-out

with Percy Sullivan on me back

when a shell popped

right next to us.

I lost my arm at the elbow,

Percy lost his head

at the neck.

Pretty soon, you boys

will be sailing into w*r.

And in that place,

there is no king,

no country,

and there's no f*cking honor.

There is only you.

And your mates.

Now, you have

four hours

to get back to camp.

And if a single one of you

is even one minute late,

you will do it again and again

until you get it right!

Now, fall out

and get running.

What the hell are you

simple pricks waiting for?

Pick up ya feet and run,

you b*stards! Run!

-[corporal] Come on! Run!

-[soldiers yell indistinctly]

[soldier 1] Get up, mate!

Get up!

-[soldier 1] Come on!

-[yelling continues]

-[soldier 1] Come on!

-[soldier 2] Come on, boys!

Come on!

Come on. Get up there! Get up!

[indistinct yelling]

Come on, lads!

Move, you b*stards! Come on!

Come on!

[grunts]

[gasping]

[soldier 3]

Mate, give us a hand.

[groans]

f*cking prick!

[grunts]

[soldier in distance]

Come on, boys! Let's go!

-Come on! Move it!

-Come on, move it!

[grunting]

[yells]

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Help!

[tense music builds]

[straining]

[tense music continues]

[coughs and splutters]

Here. Here.

You're all right,

you're all right.

Just breathe. Sit up.

-You all right?

-[soldier 4] Oi!

Youse two get the f*ck up

and get moving!

We're coming!

Well, f*cking double-time it,

darkie!

Right, listen.

I'm gonna hump

your pack for you, all right?

Okay. Here we go.

I need you to stand up,

I need you to run.

You all right?

Thanks. I'm Will.

Leo. Move.

[men grunt and gasp]

Come on, f*ck youse!

-Keep running!

-[overlapping yelling]

[boisterous yelling, cheering]

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one!

Righto, you two.

Head to the mess tent,

get some oranges into you.

Take a load off.

The rest of you...

back on your feet.

You still got work to do.

How is it them two

get out of it, eh?

Stand to attention!

Do you think anyone here

gives a monkey's a*s crack

what you think,

sh*t for brains?

That soldier...

He helped his mate, didn't he?

On the b*ttlefield,

all you've got are your mates.

Now, he knows that.

So why don't you?

Move! Now!

Move! Move, you b*stards!

[soldiers] Move!

[corporal] Down, up. Down, up,

down, up, down, up, down...

Up... All in time!

Down, up, down.

On guard, thrust!

-[jaunty military music plays]

-[soldiers grunt]

Lads, here we have

our spike trap.

Here is our tripwire.

Here we go.

[soldiers exclaim]

[men whoop]

Today's lesson is expl*sives.

I have a bag full of them

right here.

When I pull this cord,

you will see an expl*si*n.

Fire in the hole!

[expl*si*n]

[corporal] Ready!

Aim!

Fire! Reload!

[expl*si*n]

-[whistle blows]

-[soldiers shouting]

[indistinct shouting]

-[soldier] Hey, Bennet!

-[Leo groans]

[all whistling

"Waltzing Matilda"]

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling,

rain pattering]

[mosquito buzzes]

[Will] You ever k*lled anyone?

[Leo] k*lled a goanna once.

Does that count?

You scared?

No.

Yeah.

It's all right to be afraid.

Fear can keep you alive.

Or it can get you k*lled.

It's up to you

to know the difference.

[rain pattering heavily]

-[shouts]

-[grunts]

[sighs]

Pull the bag up, you coconut!

[Leo exhales deeply]

Here we go.

[Archie] I wanna go down.

[Leo] Archie, come on.

This is deep water now.

And there's very

old things out here.

Very old and very dangerous.

You don't dive

till you're ready.

[corporal] Put your hand up

if you've ever snuck up

behind a man in the dark

and k*lled him

with a six-inch blade.

Put your hand down,

Dupinski, you bloody idiot!

[chuckles]

Thompson, get over here.

Stand there. Facing away.

Okay.

So, I approach thusly,

I pull my knife,

I grab numbnuts here like this.

And I stab the b*stard

right... here.

Through the side of the throat

near the Adam's apple.

Severs the carotid.

-Kills him instantly.

-[grunts, thuds]

Now, you sorry buggers

have a crack, eh?

[mock yelling and screaming]

I said silently!

You bloody idiots!

Run it again!

Come on, mate.

Don't be shy.

Kelly, what the bloody hell

are you doin'?

Sorry, Sarge. Arm slipped.

[groaning]

[whimpers]

Sorry, Sarge. Boot slipped.

[grunts furiously]

[all shout and cheer]

Get the dopey lad!

Kick me in the ba*ls, will you?

Hey! You drop that weapon

right now, soldier!

-Get him!

-Go on! Get him!

-[yelling, cheering stops]

-What the f*ck? Where'd he go?

Can't find him, Sarge!

You locate that man

on the double,

or you're

in some deep sh*t, son.

Here, darkie, darkie, darkie...

Here, darkie, darkie, darkie.

Maybe a croc took him

or something?

[indistinct murmurs]

[laughs]

[exclaims]

[cheering]

Permission to visit

the medical tent, Sarge?

[soldiers] Ooh!

Hey, can I visit

the medical tent too, Sarge?

-Nah...

-[soldiers arguing]

[slow swing music plays]

Don't move your head,

Private.

It's Leo.

If I don't move my head,

then I can't look at you.

You don't need to look at me,

Private.

You need to keep still.

[Leo] What do they call you

back at home?

They call me Lieutenant Connell.

Now, please don't move.

Her name's Hazel.

Hazel?

-That's a beautiful name.

-M'lady.

Almost as beautiful as you are.

You're a shocker.

[screaming]

Have a go

at this bloody dingbat.

[screams]

-Stan!

-Huh?

I think he's dead, mate.

[Stan] Now he's dead.

-Yes!

-Oh, you prick!

[laughs hysterically]

-Oh, sh*t.

-Piss off, you mongrel dog.

Hey, Bennet!

-You want in on the next hand?

-[Des] Don't be stupid.

This, fellas...

is a gentlemen's game.

Be like trying to teach a bush

turkey how to drive a tractor.

His money's as good

as ours, Des.

Actually, it isn't.

My pay packet's only a third

of what you whitefellas get.

So, if you're happy to deal me

in on a two-thirds handicap...

It's never gonna happen, sambo.

So, you reckon you're worth

more than me, do you, Des?

Damn right, I do.

Knocked you on your a*s today,

though, didn't I?

[soldiers chuckle]

[clicks tongue]

[Des sighs]

f*ck!

Leave it!

-Leave it, mate!

-Come on.

[indistinct dialogue]

[Des] Get the f*ck off me.

[birds squawk, creatures chirp]

[grunts softly]

[Will whispers] Leo. Leo!

-What the hell are you doing?

-Shh.

Don't...

[Leo] Come on.

[grunts softly]

[swing music plays in distance]

Hey.

Come on.

[women chuckling]

Hazel.

-[indistinct chatter]

-[Hazel chuckles]

Will.

Well? Are you just gonna

stand in the bushes all night?

[soft music plays]

[indistinct whispering]

So, what's your name?

Guess.

Mildred.

No.

-Agnes.

-No.

-Beryl.

-Nope.

-Blanche.

-God, no.

-Bruce.

-[laughs]

No!

-Charlotte.

-Yeah.

No.

You're a hard girl

to get to know.

Susie.

It's Susie.

You boys be

careful out there, okay?

[wind howls]

[foghorn blares]

[soldier] All right,

lads, come on.

Let's go. Let's play.

-Rightio.

-[clears throat]

Oi, pick 'em up

before you put 'em down.

Here we go. No, we don't.

[gasps]

[quiet chatter continues]

Bad dreams?

[foghorn blares]

[Bobby whispers a prayer]

[Des] The f*ck are you

praying for, sunshine?

Not even halfway there yet.

Oh, you never know, mate.

[siren blares]

-What the hell's that?

-It's a bloody air raid siren.

[distant g*nf*re]

[continuous g*nf*re]

There go the 20 mils.

Don't worry, boys.

Knock them b*stards

out of the sky in no time, eh?

-[expl*si*n booms]

-[soldiers groan and grunt]

[water gurgling]

[explosions

and machine g*nf*re]

[panting]

Help!

Somebody help us!

[torpedo whistles]

[machine g*nf*re]

[airplanes roaring overhead]

[muffled grunting]

[gasping]

[grunts]

[g*nf*re continues]

[grunts]

Will!

Will, wake up. Will!

[airplane engine roars]

[distant machine g*nf*re

continues]

[tense music builds]

[distant expl*si*n]

[music rises]

[gasping]

[indistinct shouting]

[indistinct shouting continues]

[machine g*nf*re continues]

That's it! Yes! Yes!

-That's it, Will!

-[Will coughs]

Just breathe. Just breathe.

You're all right, mate.

Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey, hey.

-Just breathe. You're all right.

-[coughs]

Just breathe. Just breathe.

[shouting in distance]

[explosions in distance]

[screaming in distance]

There goes our ride home.

Hey! No. Hey, listen!

Stay with me, Will.

Listen. Hey, stay with me.

I'm gonna jump back in

and start pushing

stuff towards you.

You need to tie it all down

using this rope.

Cut the lengths to size

using this.

Hey! Do you understand?

I need your help.

Okay.

[groaning, screaming

in distance]

[groaning, screaming continues]

[machine g*nf*re]

You f*cking dogs!

[man screams]

[gasping]

-[man screams]

-Hey! Hey!

Over here! Swim to me!

[splashing subsides]

[splashing]

[tense music builds]

[music fades]

[water bubbling]

Leo?

[creaking]

[gasps]

[coughs, splutters]

Tommo?

[gasping]

[tense music plays]

What are youse two staring at?

-Is that his brains?

-What?

No, just bits of skin, I think.

Skull could be cracked, though.

Right, well,

I'm going for a walk.

No. You're not going anywhere.

You're gonna stay

right here, okay?

-Where's the boat?

-She's sunk, Tommo.

There's no boat, mate. Here.

[groans] Ow.

Ow! Ow, ow, ow.

[water lapping,

debris creaking]

-[distant rasping shriek]

-Jesus Christ!

Leo?

What is that sound?

[distant rasping shriek]

That sounds like a wolf.

It's not a bloody wolf, Tommo.

Shut up, will you?

-[shrieking intensifies]

-It's getting closer.

It's getting closer!

[shrieking continues]

[imitates the sound]

[Des] Who goes there?

It's Thompson,

O'Conner, and Bennet!

What's that god-awful noise?

[Des] Bobby's bloody

broken air raid siren!

Can you fellas

just keep making noise

so we can find you?

[howls]

How's that?

-[Des] That'll do it.

-[Tommo howls]

[Des] Shut that bloody

yowling up, will ya?

Tommo. That's enough.

-[Des] Who is that? Tommo?

-[groans]

What's up with him?

Head wound. It's pretty bad.

What happened to your float?

f*cking Japs.

Zeroes machine-gunned

the sh*t out of us.

Stan took one in the face.

Bobby's gutshot.

Oi. You fellas

got any medical supplies?

All we've got is bandages.

You got any morphine?

Sorry, boys. No morphine.

Got any smokes?

No.

It's a pretty sweet-looking

raft you got there, boys.

What do you say

we jump on board?

Keep everyone together.

Come on up.

We can't be

the only ones left.

Nearly 200 men

got on that bloody ship.

We gotta find them.

-Hey!

-[air siren wails]

-Hey!

-[shushing]

What if there's still

wounded fellas out there, eh?

Anybody still out there would

have made it over to us by now.

Where's the boat?

[unsettling music builds]

[music fades]

[Teddy] Okay.

So we've got one Sten g*n,

three grenades,

tin of peaches, a can of petrol,

a knife,

a pair of rescue flares,

and no water.

[Will] Right.

So this is the Timor Sea.

This... is Timor.

This here's Darwin.

I reckon we're here.

How do you figure that,

bookworm?

Well, a Corvette's

cruising speed's 12 knots,

which converts

to 13.8 miles per hour.

-We've been at sea--

-Yeah, okay, smart-a*s.

How long before they pick us up?

-They gotta find us first.

-'Course they'll bloody find us.

We're in the middle

of a fog bank.

You couldn't find us

when we were ten yards away.

This sh*t'll clear up

in a couple hours.

Clear up, will it?

With what wind?

I'm not feeling any wind, Des.

Listen, sea fog like this

can last for days.

Especially out here.

Why don't we just take the boat?

The boat is sunk, Thompson.

I told you, it's not an option.

[metal clangs]

[bell dings]

What the hell was that?

Fish, maybe?

[water lapping,

debris creaking]

Current's an issue.

Every hour,

we drift further away

from where they'll be looking.

Then again,

we are drifting home,

so if we can just survive

out here for a few extra days,

then, who knows?

[man, muffled] So you're

sayin' all we have to do

is hang out on this thing

until we end up back in Darwin?

They'll send

rescue planes, but, eh?

Yeah, they'll send

the rescue planes, for sure.

-But that's--

-Needle in a haystack.

-Even without this fog.

-Right.

Those torpedoes

hit pretty hard and fast.

They might not have had time

to send out an SOS.

That's what I'm sayin'.

If we can just find the boat--

The boat is sunk, you dickhead!

[Des] So, what are youse two

bloody saying? Hmm?

That we should just give up?

-Is that what you're saying?

-All we're saying is

that it might take them a little

longer to find us, that's all.

How far is it

to Bathurst Island, you reckon?

Hundred and eighty...

190 miles, maybe?

We got Buckley's chance

of paddling that far.

What if we had a motorboat?

What if we had

a bloody luxury cruiser,

O'Conner, you turnip?

Don't have a motorboat,

do we?

There's one right over there.

That thing might get us home.

All right.

Who's up for a swim, then?

Well, it ain't gonna be me,

is it?

[screams]

-[soldiers screaming]

-[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, my God!

What the f*ck was that?

Shark. Big one.

[whimpers]

Oh, Jesus!

[Des] Did he just...

Did he just

get eaten by a shark?

[gasps]

-[Bobby screams]

-Bobby!

[screaming continues]

Um...

Any ideas?

Anyone?

Oh! Hey! There he is!

Bobby! Bobby!

Swim! Swim!

Bobby, swim! Come on!

[retches]

Well, this is f*cked.

[wind howling]

You see how bloody big

that thing was?

It's a g*dd*mn monster,

that is.

Never seen a shark

like that before.

It's a great white.

Female.

[Teddy] How can you tell?

Size.

Twenty-footer, I reckon.

The males don't get that big.

[Des] Oh, you're joking.

So we're standing

on a pile of shrapnel,

and you're telling me there's

a pissed-off 20-foot fish

-down there?

-[whispers] Shh.

Keep your voice down.

Sound travels fast

through the water.

[water gurgles]

[Des, muffled]

You saying there's a fish

down there listening to us?

[Leo, muffled]

She's not just listening, Des.

She's hunting. She's waiting.

She's waiting

for a reason to attack.

[normal voice] Sharks

are attracted to two things,

blood and movement.

If we stay quiet and still

and don't bleed too much,

she might leave us alone.

How do you know

so much about 'em?

[Archie screaming]

Archie!

[tense music plays]

[screams]

[screams]

Stan!

[muffled screams]

Stan, swim to me!

[whimpers repeatedly]

Help me! Please!

-Grab my hand!

-I got you!

-Pull me up! Don't let go!

-I got you!

[Stan screaming]

[Stan wailing]

sh**t it! f*cking sh**t it!

Grenade! Grenade!

Throw the grenade!

[groaning]

[Stan screams repeatedly]

[indistinct dialogue]

The femoral artery's cut.

We need to put pressure on it.

[Leo] Then do it!

Jesus Christ, just do it!

Hold him down!

Hold him the f*ck down!

[Stan screams continuously]

-Will, what's next?

-I'm not a bloody medic!

Okay, just make a decision

and do something.

[Stan screams]

We have to tie it off.

Give me your belt.

-Come on!

-[grunting, screaming]

[indistinct dialogue]

[grunting]

Tommo!

Tommo, get the f*ck away!

[Stan whimpers]

Come on, you toothy b*stard.

Show us your fin.

-Bandages, Teddy!

-Okay.

[Leo] You're all right, mate.

You're all right, mate.

Just focus on your breathing.

-Hold him! Hold him!

-[Stan screams repeatedly]

[Teddy] Here you go!

I'll hold that, I'll hold that.

[Tommo] You lost your leg!

Stopped the flow.

He stopped the flow.

It's locked off.

It's locked off. It's all right.

[Will] It okay, mate.

Your rugby career's

probably f*cked, but...

you're gonna live.

-Right, Teddy?

-[Stan] I lost my leg!

I lost my leg!

We need to wrap him up

in that canvas

and wash the blood

off the raft.

Otherwise,

it's gonna come straight back.

[Stan] I lost my leg!

I lost my leg!

I lost my f*cking leg!

[tense music builds]

[breathing heavily]

Maybe that grenade

scared it off for good, eh?

Nah.

She'll be back.

[tense music rises]

The sea's glowing.

[Des] Get away from the edge,

you dopey b*stard.

[chuckling] Looks like

the moon's down there!

[Des] Gonna get your head

bitten off, you mug!

Bioluminescence.

Chemical reaction

makes the water glow.

It's beautiful, eh?

[Stan spluttering weakly]

If he doesn't get help,

he's gonna bleed out.

He may not last the night.

Without that boat,

Stan's a dead man.

[Des] What are you up to?

I reckon I can get

all the way to that motor

without even

getting my feet wet.

You're mad, you b*stard.

You'll get the chomp

before you make it halfway.

Not if I'm quick.

[sighs]

[muffled splashing]

[tense music plays]

-He's gonna f*cking die.

-Shut up, Des.

[panting]

Come on.

[ominous music playing]

[screaming, shouting]

[Will]

sh**t it! sh**t it! sh**t it!

Holy f*ck! f*ck!

sh**t it, Des!

f*cking sh**t it!

[grunts]

[g*nf*re]

[gasps]

[Will] Leo!

Leo! What are you doing?

Jump!

Pull!

[grunting]

Pull!

[air raid siren shrieks]

Pull!

One, two, three.

[gasping repeatedly]

You lucky, lucky b*stard.

Okay.

[motor sputters]

Fuel line's f*cked.

It's not gonna turn over.

[distant rasping screech]

She's back.

[screeching continues]

What is that?

Bobby's siren.

It's lodged in her fin.

The fin? Eh?

You mean it's the bloody shark

out there making that sound?

[screeching continues]

What's it doin'?

She's circling.

It's a hunting technique.

Hunting who?

Winston f*cking Churchill.

Who do you reckon, mate?

[Leo whispers] Quiet.

Don't make a sound.

[rumbles]

-[loud thud]

-[soldiers shout and grunt]

[whispers]

It's right bloody under us!

It's right bloody under us.

[gasping]

She's testing us.

Seeing if she can

break it apart.

The f*ck is she

picking on us for, eh?

There's dozens of f*cking

dead bodies out there

for it to munch on.

[Leo] Maybe she likes

fresh meat.

Put the lights out.

Turn 'em off! Turn 'em off!

[screaming]

[Des] That's it!

Give me the grenade!

Give me the f*cking grenade!

-I'm gonna blow this f*ck up!

-Wait! Just wait!

What do you mean, wait?

It's gonna rip this thing apart,

and then we are f*cked.

There are two grenades left,

we need to make them count.

[whispers] Stan!

[expl*si*n]

[screams]

What the f*ck was that?

Agh, Jesus!

You blew up Stan,

you f*cking idiot!

What? How did I do that?

The pin.

You pulled the pin,

and you let the grenade go!

Eh? No. No, no, no--

You f*cking did!

I f*cking saw you, you f*cking--

Jesus! Look at this sh*t!

[Will] We have to

get this cleaned up.

Yeah.

[coughs]

We just kick him off, then.

[splash]

Don't you kick him off,

you dog!

Don't you call me a dog.

-You're the dog, you rock ape!

-[Will] Hey!

-Don't you dare call him that!

-Piss off, idiot.

That man

rolled on a grenade for you.

He saved your f*cking life!

What do you want me to do?

Sing him a song?

[both grunting]

f*ck! Jesus! f*ck!

Just stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

You've got guts on you.

[Will] f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!

Fellas...

I'm sure there's a way

we can get rid of Stan's body

in a respectful fashion.

[tense music plays]

Hell of a way to wake up.

I got a feeling it's gonna

be another long, bloody day.

[burps]

We should divvy up

some of them peaches.

If we don't get something

in our guts soon,

this heat's gonna k*ll us.

[rattling]

What the hell is this?

Which one of you dirty b*stards

ate all the g*dd*mn peaches?

[Tommo burps]

Tommy?

Did you eat all the peaches?

Yeah.

What do you mean?

There's heaps of peaches.

There's cans everywhere.

Yeah?

Where's that, Tommy?

-On the boat!

-Oh, you've k*lled us, mate.

You've bloody k*lled us.

[tense music plays]

Never thought

I'd go out like this.

Thought I'd catch a b*llet,

for sure.

And there's the Sarge,

and he's banging on about

your medals and your mates

and your honor and...

here we are.

My old man was at Gallipoli.

There was no medal for him.

Did bring home

a big bit of shrapnel

stuck in his brain, though.

And that crazy b*stard, right?

He used to run around

the house at night

screaming,

thinking we were all Turks.

He tried to k*ll me mum

and me sisters once.

So I learned how to fight.

What happened?

He hung himself, didn't he?

Best bloody day of my life.

And I sure as sh*t

ain't going out like that.

Here I am.

Big Des Kelly, dying of thirst.

Do you fellas know

you can drink your own urine?

Fair dinkum?

Yeah, that's what they reckon.

They say it'll give you

a couple extra days, anyway.

No bloody way

am I drinking my own piss.

Coupla extra days, they reckon?

Yeah.

That's what they reckon.

[Leo exhales deeply]

[Des] You're kidding me.

[sighs]

Bennet! You're not actually

gonna drink your own d*ck spit,

are you?

Mind your business, Des.

[urine trickling]

Oh, strewth! He's doing it.

He's bloody doing it!

He's bloody doing it!

[trickling continues]

You grotty b*stard.

This grotty b*stard's

gonna live a couple of days

longer than you, mate.

[trickling subsides]

[Des] Ah!

Got some color to it, eh?

Like a... [sniffs]

Mmm, like a nice Irish whiskey.

Pungent.

Oh, bit of corkage, yeah?

Bit yeasty?

Get it in ya, mate.

[Leo] Cheers, boys.

[rhythmic drum music plays]

[coughs, swallows]

-[Leo burps]

-You minging dog.

[sighs]

That's better.

That is the filthiest thing

that I have ever seen

a living man do, Bennet.

[gasps]

[sighs]

No way in hell I'm doing that.

So refreshing.

[urine trickling]

[rhythmic drum music plays]

[gags, coughs]

[laughs]

God help us all.

[thunder rumbles]

-[rain patters heavily]

-[cackles hysterically]

-You've gotta be bloody kidding!

-[laughter continues]

[laughing continues]

[Des] Fill it up, you dog!

Fill it up!

[laughter continues]

f*cking... grab these!

[Teddy]

What's that gonna do?

[somber music plays]

[breathes deeply]

Archie?

[gasps]

[screaming]

Tommo!

[melancholic music plays]

Archie?

Yeah.

Leo?

What are you doin'?

Archie!

[gasping]

Let me go!

Archie's down there!

-Who the hell is Archie?

-That shark wants me!

What are you

talking about, Leo?

What's he on about?

-I have to go down!

-Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey...

Just stop for a second, okay?

I'm not strong like you.

None of us are.

Without you, we're gonna die.

I don't want to die, Leo.

I want to go home.

I just want to go home.

[airplane in distance]

Is that a bloody plane?

[airplane engine whirring]

There!

Hey!

Here!

[laughs maniacally]

-Here! Here!

-Here!

The engine...

It's too high-pitched.

It's the wrong sound.

-That's not one of ours.

-[airplane approaching]

[rapid g*nf*re]

[choking and spluttering]

[gasps repeatedly]

[chokes, splutters]

[gasps]

[chokes, splutters]

Help me.

For Christ sake, help me!

-Help me! Help me!

-I don't know what I can do.

[coughs, chokes]

[engine roars in distance]

It's coming back.

[chokes, gasps]

[air raid siren screeches]

[Teddy chokes repeatedly]

[gasping]

[screeching intensifies]

[g*nf*re]

Oh, f*ck it.

-[Will] Des! What are you doing?

-[screams]

[screams]

[groans]

[foreboding music plays]

[gasps]

Gutshot...

I need you to check

it's gone through.

[grunts]

There's an exit hole.

I'll get it wrapped.

[groans]

[airplane motor sputters]

I'll be goddamned!

I think you hit

the bloody thing!

[rumbling]

I hope you f*cking drown,

you mongrel dog.

What happened to Teddy?

Shark got him.

I wasn't asking you, was I?

He got the chomp, mate.

End of.

[Leo] Bloke

was covered in blood.

Why'd you take him in?

You pushed him towards it.

To save yourself.

I saw you do it.

He was a goner.

Had no chance.

Your own mate?

[Des] He would've bled out

in ten minutes.

Your own mate. You used him

as a f*cking human shield.

What the f*ck

am I supposed to do?

You're supposed to protect him!

[rumbles]

And you just let him die.

Hey, Leo, just calm down, eh?

Hey.

[both chuckle]

[yells]

[screaming]

[screams]

[screaming in agony]

[screaming fades out]

Will?

Buy you a drink?

Sure.

You get this round.

Next one's on me.

Deal.

That's a drink you owe me.

I'm good for it.

I k*lled him.

I just k*lled him.

The sea took him.

Can't get it out of me head.

I'm sorry for what I done.

I don't wanna die.

You're not gonna die, Des.

We're going home, all right?

We're going home.

[suspenseful music plays]

What is that?

Is that...

Oh, you gotta be

f*cking joking.

Will...

You got that last grenade?

What are you waiting for?

k*ll him.

What?

[Des] What do you think he's

gonna do when he gets here?

Shake your hand?

Eh!

This is w*r.

He's surrendering.

They don't surrender.

Will...

You need to make a decision.

No.

[sighs]

It's not right.

Yeah. Righto.

[grunts]

-Give it to me.

-Just wait!

-[screams]

-[groans]

-[grunting]

-[groaning]

[groaning]

[both grunting]

[yells]

[speaking Japanese]

[yelling]

[muffled scream]

-[metal clangs]

-[yelling]

[suspenseful music continues]

[air raid siren screeches]

[laughs]

[gasps]

[clicks tongue]

[both gasp repeatedly]

The boat... [indistinct]

[groans]

[Will coughs]

[sniffs deeply]

I reckon it might be time

for that last drink, eh?

Where'd you get that?

I told you.

Next round's on me.

Gimme that.

Hoo!

That's got some kick to it.

[coughs]

Oh, God! That's rank!

Give me a cold schooner

of Foster's any day.

Foster's?

You dirty b*stard.

VB, mate. All the way.

[scoffing chuckle]

Foster's.

I'd rather drink my own piss.

You'd be used to that,

wouldn't you, mate?

[laughs]

[coughs]

[ominous music plays]

[Leo sighs]

Fog's cleared up.

You can see the sky again.

It's beautiful.

Yeah. I guess.

[tense music plays]

I'm ready.

Is that a toolbox?

Leo, I think

it's a bloody toolbox, mate.

[water splashes]

[haunting, ethereal music plays]

[muffled scream]

-[muffled groans]

-[tense music builds]

[muffled expl*si*n]

[ethereal music plays]

[screaming]

-[Will] Jesus! Leo! Your arm!

-[Leo screams]

[both panting]

[Leo groans]

I did it, Will.

I blew that f*ck up.

You crazy bugger.

What the hell

were you thinking?

-Hey, Will?

-Yeah? Yeah, mate?

You got any of that booze left?

[Will] sh*t.

Sorry, mate,

I guess I dropped it.

[sighs]

Well, that's another drink

you owe me.

[laughs]

Next one's on me, mate.

Next one's on me.

[motor sputters,

then turns over]

[motor purring]

Let's go home.

[stirring music plays]

[big band music plays]